The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1887-09-21

Don't run away. Hughie," he said.
as he went out. al will be back in a
| moment"
The old beggar-man took advantage of
Trevor's absence to rest for moment ON
| a wooden bench that was behind him.
He looked so forlorn and wretched that
Hughie could not help plying him, and
he felt in his pocket to see what money
he had. All he could find was sover-
eign and some ceppers- " Poor old fell
low" he thought to himself, he wants
it more than do, but it means no han
SONS for fortnight" and he walked
across the studio and slipped the sover-
eign into the beggar's hand.
The old man started, and faint smile
fitted across his withered lips. THANK
you, sir" he remarked, in a foreign ac-
cent.
| Then Trevor arrived, and Hughie took
his leave, blushing little at what he
had done. He spent the day with Lau-
ra, got a charming scolding for his ex-
trayagance, and had to walk home.
That night he strolled into the Palette
I Club about ii O'Clock and found Trevor
sitting by himself in the smoking-room
drinking hook and seltzer.
"Well, Alan, did you get the picture
finished all right ?" he said, as he lit his
/ cigarette.
Finished and framed, my boy ~ an
swered Trevor and, by the way, you
have made conquest. That old model
you saw is quite devoted to you. had
to tell him all about you-who you are,
where you live, what your income is,
what prospects YOU have"
My dear Alan," cried Hughie, al
shall probably find him waiting for me
when go home But of course you are
/ only joking. Poor old beggar | wish |
could do something for him. ] think it
! is dreadful that any one should be so
miserable. have got heaps of old cloth
I ing at home-do you think he would care
for any of them Why, his rags were
falling to bits"
But he looks splendid in them," said
Trevor Il wouldn't paint him in a frock
coat for anything. What you call rags |
call romance What seems poverty to
YOU is picturesqueness to me. However,
I'll tell him of your offer"
Alan" said Hughie, seriously, you
painters are a heartless lot
"An artists heart is his head" replied
Trevor and besides, our business is to
realize the world as we see it, not TO re-
form it as we know it. A chGcon sun, me-
tier. And now tell me how Laura is.
The old model was quite interested in
her"
"You don't mean to say you talked 10
him about herr" said Hughie.
Certainly did. He knows all about
the relentless colonel, the lovely damsel,
and the 10000 pounds
' You told that old beggar all my pri-
vate affairs ?" cried Hughie, vary red and
angry.
Ny uC>tE Ivy AItNVts
that old beggar, as you call him, is one
of the richest rhen in Europe. He could
buy all London tomorrow. without over
drawing his account He has house in
every capital, dimes off gold plates, and
can prevent Russia ring to war when he
chooses"
What on earth do you mean ?" ex-
claimed Hughie.
What say said Trevor. "The old
man you saw to-day was Baron Haus-
berg. He is great friend of mine, buys
all my pictures and that sort of thing,
and gave a commission month ago to
paint him as a beggar. And | must say
be made a magnificent figure in his rags,
or perhaps should say in my rags they
are an old suit which | purchased in
Spain
Baron Hausberg" cried Hughie
" Good heavens, | gave him sover-
eign p and he sank into an arm chair
the picture of dismay-
"Gaye him sovereign ~ shouted Ire
vor. and he burst into roar of laughter.
MY dear boy, you will never see it
again.
q think you might have told me, Al
an said Hughie, sulkily, "and not let
me make such a fool of myself
well, to begin with, Hughie," said
Trevor, 1t never entered my mind that
you went about distributing aims in that
reckless way. | can understand your
kissing pretty model, but your giving
sovereign to an ugly one-by Jove, no,
Besides, the fact is that | really was not
at home to-day TO any one. and when
YOU came in | didn't know whether
Hausberg would like his name mention
toned You know he wasn't in full
dress
What a duffer he must think me-"
said Hrghie.
:" Not at all. He was in the highest
spirits after you left kept chuckling 10
himself and rubbing his old wrinkled
lfdnue tpgttntf Coulun uidht Out
why he was so interested to know all
about you but see now. He'll invest
your sovereign for you, Hughie, pay You
the interest every six months, and have |
capital story to tell youafter dinner"
a am an unlucky devil" growled
Hughie. "The best thing can do is to |
go to bed, and, my dear Alan, you must |
not tell any one. | shouldn't dare toshow
my face in the Row."
Nonsense 1t reflects the highest cred !
it ON your philanthropic spirit, Hughie. |
so don't run away. Have another cigar
ette, and you can talk about Laura as
much as you like"
However, fiughie wouldn't stop, but
walked home, feeling very unhappy, and
leaving Alan Trevor in fits of laughter.
The next morning as he was at break
fast the servant brought him card, on
which was written, Monsieur Gu,tave
Naudin, de Ia part de NJ. lie Baron Haus-
berg"
/ suppose he has come for an apollo
gy,r said Hughie to himself, and he
old the servant to conduct the visit
tor up.
An old gentleman with gold spect acles
and gray hair came into the room and